Chapter 100: Different Identities

"First, tell me who you really are. I don't want to hurt you, but I also don't want anything to happen to my lady. I think the two of us should sit down and discuss this calmly. Letting you take Zhao Ling'er away is out of the question, but if there's something you want Zhao Ning to do, that we can negotiate."

Big Head didn't want to fight him, so he tried to reason with him from the side. The man in black sighed, but kept his veil on and did not sit down. Yi couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen this person somewhere before. She then turned her gaze to Zhao Yuan. The reason he had come this time was to bring Ye Yuer back—such an awakening naturally required a ritual before it could be fully completed.

"The way you are now will only hurt him, and hurt others as well. That thing inside her body is slowly absorbing..."

At this moment, her identity was his wife, yet she was about to return to another man's residence. How could Yufeng bear such a thing?

In the distance rose six towering peaks. Su Mo guessed in his heart that those must be the remaining six peaks. The setting sun spread over all things, cloaking them in a blazing red. Lowering his gaze, he saw a waterfall cascading down before him, falling into a deep pool beneath the pavilion.

"General Li is truly most hospitable!" Holding the Damascus curved blade he had dreamed of for so long, Pei Qing grinned so wide his teeth showed. He had just delivered word that his father would be arriving shortly.

According to the detailed process and method Helena had described, Xingyue first divided her spiritual power evenly into four portions. Those who cultivated spiritual arts spent their days regulating their spiritual power at will, and with the foundation of the Spirit Ape Art supporting her, this step was an exceedingly simple matter for her.

"How long exactly was I in seclusion?" Song Tao's face turned pale as he grabbed Xue'er beside him and asked urgently. Xue'er only widened her pair of jet-black, glistening eyes, obediently gazing at Song Tao, neither knowing nor able to answer his question.

Although the Boss at the central battlefield was only level one hundred and thirty, others might have found it difficult to defeat—but with Soy Sauce Emperor around, the situation was different. Right now, having Zhang Ziye run around fighting Bosses was merely a way to keep him hidden.

Li Huaitang frowned slightly. In broad daylight, open fire produced smoke, and boiling eggs might expose their hiding place—it wasn't worth the risk.

He threw a punch every few seconds. Why every few seconds? It was to build up power. Once the strength had accumulated and been held in, he would strike, and that single punch would be equivalent to four or five ordinary ones.

At that moment, Crown Prince Li Ming's voice request lit up, and Hua Luole Wuhen tapped open the controller.

Jiang Huai's hands trembled as she took out the envelope hidden in her bosom. It appeared unopened. She clutched it tightly for a few seconds, then tore it apart and swallowed it. The bitterness scraped down her throat like a blade lodged there. She coughed heart-rendingly and stumbled against the alley wall.

"You mean we strike on the road where they exercise their horses?" Ma Kedi's eyes lit up at once.

He had thought that after Jiang Huai was restored to her position, she would fly into a rage and dispose of every palace attendant who had witnessed her humiliation that day. But who could have imagined that this person's temperament had been ground down to such composure.

Hearing these words, Jiang Huai finally let her emotions burst. She gripped his arm desperately, tears surging forth like a dam breaking, gradually soaking the cloth of his garments.

It was not only a portrayal of the Third Front workers of those years, but more so a depiction of the lives of the young people who, in response to the call of policy, had gone from the interior to work in the border regions.

But just as I was thinking this, the thunderous roar of the Thunder Dragon came from behind me. I turned to look, and my heart turned cold.

Having fought alongside each other, Zhou Tian had long come to regard Wang Liang as family. That worry, that anxiety—no ordinary person could understand it.

Though it had no edge, no handle, no guard, and even its front and back were hard to distinguish without careful inspection—at first glance it looked like a bone club, wide at both ends, utterly unremarkable.

The entire Sichuan-Tibet line had a total of two hundred and nine maintenance squads, and the work districts employed altogether three thousand three hundred road maintenance workers.

Wu San'er and Yi Zhi exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly. Yi Zhi knitted his brow. He very much wanted to save Tong Zhuang, but there was simply no way to do it yet.

Thus, the online abuse flared up fiercely in an instant, and the earlier egg-throwing incident was completely drowned out.